At night before he dreams, he looks into the clouds.
A high flyer's what I want to be,
Seems they won't let me, says I'm too small.
I don't feel small at all.
Break my dreams, that's what they'll do.
Well I'm going to run away,
And learn to fly like you.
I'm going to go so high and swoop so low.
You can't bring me down, going to be so proud.
Little angel, you got to learn to fly.
Get up, and earn your wings tonight.
Little angel, just look into my eyes.
Get up, and earn your wings tonight.
Push and shove, then climb abroad.
This is the shuttle train to the top of the world.
When you look around, what do you see.
These are all high flyers,
But none of these high flyers look like me.
What is that supposed to mean?
What am I supposed to be?
I pull my way up through this crowd,
To find your body crushed on the ground.
It's so obvious, why couldn't you see?
That you can't go high flying without a pair of high-flyer wings.
Little one's broken, lying on the ground.
Trying to get up 'till his last breath out.
Wings are strewn everywhere, there's blood all around.
'Cause even angels die, but that light just fades.
It's so sad, but he'd be so proud.
Broken angel, you've got to learn to fly.
Get up, and earn your wings tonight.
Broken angel, just look into my eyes.
Get up, and earn your wings tonight.
Get up, and earn your wings,
Earn your wings tonight.
posted by cigarettelove @ 10:51 PM
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